Guided {Dean Winchester 4}

Chapter 7

Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester

"Apocalypse." Dean repeated.

"Yep." Bobby nodded his head.

"As in 'apocalypse' apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence... Five dollar a gallon gas apocalypse?" Dean asked.

"That's the one." Bobby said. "The Rise of the Witnesses is a mile marker."

"Okay, so what do we do now?" Sam asked.

"Pfft. Road trip." Dean turned, crossing the room back to me.

"Alright, well, where to, Dean-O?" I asked.

"Grand Canyon. Star Trek Experience. BunnyRanch."

"All but the last one, pal, and you got yourself a deal." I said as he sat down next to me.

"Well, aren't you boring."

"That is my goal."

"First things first." Bobby began. "How about we survive our friends out there?"

"Great. Any ideas, aside from staying in this room until Judgement Day?" Dean asked.

Bobby tapped his pencil against the book. "It's A spell to send the witnesses back to rest. Should work."

"'Should'?" Sam chuckled. "Great."

"If I translated correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house."

"Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" Dean asked.

"That's highly unlikely, my lovely friend." I patted his knee.

"So you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden?" Bobby asked. "Spells gotta be cast over an open fire." He stood, crossing the room.

Sam scoffed. "Fireplace in the library."

"Bingo."

"It's just not as appealing as a ghost proof panic room, you know?" Dean said.

"Honey, trust me, anything appealing is always the opposite of what we have to do." I told him.

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"Cover each other and aim careful." Bobby said as we grabbed our guns. "Don't run out of ammo until I'm done, or they'll shred you."

I grabbed Dean's wrist, checking his watch. "We got about thirty minutes before Eve wakes up, so let's get this over with, shall we?"

"Ready?" Bobby asked.

"As we'll ever be." I shrugged as he pushed open the door.

We made our way through the basement quietly. Once reaching the stairs, we stopped.

Ron sat at the top by the door. "Hey, Dean. Remember me?"

"Ronald?" Dean smiled. "Huh? With the laser eyes? I wish I could say it's good to see you."

"I am dead because of you." Ron stood. "You were supposed to help me!"

Bobby shot, making Ron disappear into a cloud of smoke and salt.  "If you're gonna shoot, shoot. Don't talk." Bobby said.

After that, we quickly made our way to the living room where the fireplace was right behind the desk. Sam and I began making a circle around the area with salt as Dean built a fire and Bobby began putting everything together for the spell.

"Upstairs. Linen closet. Red hex box." Bobby said. "It'll be heavy."

"Got it." Sam ran off and up the stairs.